Just a Little Off the Back

Tonight, Max had a 5:00 appointment at Wild Child.

Much to Grandma's dismay, it was time for a haircut. 

He spend the first 3/4 of the trim hanging off the side of the seat jeep. 

And he was annoyed. 

Then he got serious. 

(Note the awkwardly placed hand on his leg. It got him through the remainder of the trim.)

Then Yo Gabba Gabba finally came on.

That made him happy tolerant. 

This is about the time where I think he actually started to enjoy it. 

He'd lean his sweet baby head toward Crystal as she brushed his little locks. 

Then the fun ended when all of the hair had to be brushed off his shirt (he refused to wear the smock). 

He's not into being brushed.